C6 What right do you have to be my teacher

What makes you my teacher?

"What right do you have to be my teacher?"

Li Feng looked towards the direction of the voice and saw a student wearing black-rimmed glasses looking at him with a determined gaze.

As for those who were playing on their phones, reading comics, and dozing off, when they heard that there was actually someone who dared to hoot at Elective teacher, they couldn't help but look over curiously. This guy didn't want credits, talking to their teacher like that, although they felt that Li Feng was too young, he didn't have any strength, so they couldn't say it out loud, and gave him some face.

But now that there was a war going on, they didn't mind being spectators.

Li Feng did not care about the gazes that were waiting to see a good show, but looked at the student with the same determined eyes.

"What's your name?"

Li Feng asked.

"Meng Fan!" The black-framed glasses student replied, "Are you planning on taking down my name so that I can't pass this elective and not get any credits?"

"Hmph, even if you don't give me credits, I still don't want to study under a teacher without any real ability."

Meng Fan came from an academic family, and his parents were both teachers. From the moment Meng Fan started to understand words, he liked to take out the books in his parents' study and read them. Ever since he was young, he had always liked Chinese history and culture.

Therefore, after he entered the university, he chose the course of Chinese Studies. Because he wanted to know more about this course, he wanted to learn more about the history of Chinese civilization.

Meng Fan was not afraid of losing his credits, at most, he would choose to take another course.

"Meng Fan, don't misunderstand me, I won't refuse to give you credits because of this question," Li Feng laughed and replied, "I really like people like you who dare to raise disagreements with teachers. On the contrary, it's those who play on their phones in my class, read comics, or even doze off that I won't consider giving them credits."

Hearing Li Feng's words, those students who were playing on their phones, reading cartoons, and napping immediately sat up, pretending to be very serious.

"But what I am more interested in is what kind of teacher do you think is qualified to teach you?"

Li Feng said as he looked at Meng Fan with interest.

As a Teacher of Chinese Studies, I need to have a deep understanding of the treasures, such as scriptures, Tang Shi and Song Ci, and even the history of China, in my heart. There are also Chinese traditional arts, such as chess, paper-cutting, etc.

"And only this kind of person will make me sincerely convinced and become his student."

After he finished speaking these passionate words, Meng Fan felt his blood boiling. If such a person truly existed, he would be willing to become his student and follow his footsteps for the rest of his life.

As for the students who were watching the show, their faces were filled with excitement. If even Meng Fan had spoken like that, then why would the young teacher accept?

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Li Feng sighed, took a deep breath, straightened his collar, swept his gaze across the entire classroom, and then said with a serious expression: "Up to now, I can't hide anything anymore. I originally only wanted to be a good Elective teacher, I don't like to be too flamboyant."

"However, all the students here hope to get a satisfactory answer. My teacher once told me that we should be honest with each other, so I won't continue hiding it."

At this moment, the students all put down the things in their hands, intending to listen to the satisfied answer of this young teacher.

"Just now, Meng Fan said that as a Teacher of Chinese Studies, he must have a deep understanding of the treasures, such as scriptures, Tang Shi and Song Ci, and even the history of China, in addition to the traditional Chinese arts such as chess, paper-cutting, etc. He may not be proficient, but he must slightly understand them, and I … "He just so happens to be a good teacher like that."

Li Feng sighed helplessly. In the end, he was still unable to hide the brilliance of his own talent, and made it known to everyone.

Silence, once Li Feng said this answer, the entire classroom was so quiet that even the mosquitoes flying around could hear its flapping wings.

Then there was a loud laugh.

"Teacher, your answer is too funny."

"Teacher, are you really here to teach us Chinese Studies? Are you not here to teach us how to brag?"

"Teacher, learning humor from you, how much is a month?"

"…"

Li Feng knocked on the table, and said with a serious face, "Don't laugh so loudly, it might affect the class next door. Be more serious now, all of you."

But, it was clear that Li Feng's words were not convincing, causing everyone to laugh even louder, except Meng Fan.

Meng Fan thought that this teacher would give him an answer, but he didn't expect him to be so shameless as to say that he was the Teacher of Chinese Studies, truly shameless.

"What's wrong? Looks like no one believes it. "

Li Feng waved his hand, suppressing everyone's laughter and asked.

"Of course not, unless you can prove it to us." The students smiled and shook their heads.

"How do you prove it?" Li Feng turned his head and said indifferently.

"I will test you on three things related to the Chinese Academy. If you can pass, I will acknowledge your ability." Meng Fan continued.

"Alright, will test me, no one has any objections right?" Li Feng looked around the classroom and said.

"No problem."

The students who were originally here to watch the show naturally had nothing to do with it. After all, they also wanted to see if this teacher was as talented as he said he was.

"Since everyone agrees, then Meng Fan, please begin." Seeing that no one had any objections, Li Feng said to Meng Fan.

"Alright," Meng Fan coldly snorted, "I would like to ask teacher why boasting is called boasting?"

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Li Feng squinted his eyes, the meaning behind his words was clear, but Li Feng ignored him.

"That's because in the past when we were slaughtering sheep, the butcher would cut open a small hole in their calves, put his mouth close, and blow hard until the entire body of the sheep swelled up, and with a light pull of the knife, the skin would split open. This is called blowing the sheep or the pigs, but if one were to say that the skin could be blown up, that would be boasting, because the cow's skin is very large and very tough, it can't be blown at all, so now boasting is synonymous with boasting."

"I don't know if I'm right." Li Feng said after explaining everything to them.

"Yes, that's right."

Meng Fan nodded his head. He did not intend to test Li Feng on this matter, he only wanted to tell him what it meant to be a braggart, but Li Feng knowing this classic still made him a little surprised. This was because ordinary people might know that bragging was just bragging, but they might not know the story behind it.

"Alright, then I'll ask the second question!"